Trianon emlékpark - Trianon emlékpark

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Nicely maintained memorial park.

Gyula Juhász: Trianon You never have to talk about it, But always, always think about it. Because you can't forget, no, never, As long as you become Hungarian and remember, Law and justice, honor, hope, How we had a country on this earth, Which was acquired by a Hungarian force as a knight, And the Hungarian heart and mind did. The blood of a thousand years, tears and His sweaty work gave him Holy to this precious legacy. And you can't forget, no, never, That ours was our dear Bratislava, Where kings were once crowned, And the biggest Hungarian advertised with fervor, It wasn't, but it will be Hungary again! And you can't forget, no, never, That we had the most beautiful wreath Europe, the wedge of the Carpathians, And we had the most beautiful blue ribbon, Adriatic beaded party decoration! And you can't forget, no, never, That ours was Baia Mare, where Ferenczy painted, a dream of masters He shone in sunny works, And flooded the world with serenity. And you can't forget, never, That an Ady sang in Oradea, And Hungarians announced tomorrow. And you can't forget, no, ever The cradles and graves for us, Hungarian cradles, Hungarian graves, Eternal nests of glory and mourning. Because who would forget that by way of Verecke The conquering people came to this homeland, And who would forget that on the Transylvanian plane He glanced into the never-ending heaven The young and free Sándor Petőfi! He alone is the triumphant life, The star of the way and the truth for us, If you will follow him in mourning, in shadow, In fate and doubt, oh, Hungarian, You will also win at the gates of hell, And you will find heaven on earth! And could you forget the gentle Bacon, Where was the nurse rocking János Arany? Do you dare to forget the treasure of Cluj-Napoca, Where the cradle rocked Matthias Corvin, Can you forget the holy dead of Košice? And you can forget the Arad primeval garden Thirteen exalted dreamers, Who are all waiting for a resurrection? On the mourning day of Trianon, Hungarians, My brethren, ye unfortunate and accursed, Walking under bad stars, Oh, look each other in the eye And honestly, and over the big, big grave Shake hands today and swear Silently, with just heartbeats And with a faith to come, a great oath, Which binds to eternal life, It promotes work and struggle, And it will take you to a happy resurrection. You never have to talk about it? But always, always think about it!